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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jul 30, 2013 2:02:42 GMT
"Good night Roger, and good luck tomorrow eef I do not see you een ze morning" she told him as she kissed each of his cheeks. "I know you will become a famous quidditch player someday" she encouraged.
After that she turned around and walked into Roger's room where she had slept the last few nights. She quickly changed into her robes before she laid down to sleep, he mind full of thoughts about what happened during the day and what she was going to teach him next.
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Post by Roger Davies on Jul 30, 2013 2:10:18 GMT
Roger just simply stared at Fleur as she walked away from him into his room and rubbed the spots where she kissed his cheeks. Only after did she enter his room was he able to respond with "good night Fleur". He shook his face to regain his focus and grabbed some quidditch papers before he lay down on his couch. He tried to study, but he could not, his mind raced about what Fleur taught him and Fleur herself. He put the papers away and laid there on the couch, hoping he would fall asleep quickly.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jul 30, 2013 2:21:04 GMT
Fleur tried to sleep but thoughts of Bill and his family entered her mind. After about an hour of restlessness she again turned her attention to the photo of Roger and herself from the Yule Ball. She needed something to take her mind off everything that had been going on and the Yule Ball was perfect. She got out of bed and again picked the picture up. She sat on the edge of the bed as she gazed at the picture and allowed memories to fill her mind. Even though she had not met Bill yet, she didn't think she could have been happier at that time. A time without war, death, and destruction. A time when she knew all her loved ones were safe, not in danger or in hiding. A time when her biggest concern was trying to figure out the secret off the egg, not trying to figure out how to find Bill and his family. A time when she was more concerned about Roger running into Madame Maxine in the Beauxbatons' quarters, not trying to teach him spells to save his life.
As she thought of everything and how much times had changed, it became too much for her, and she started to cry.
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Post by Roger Davies on Jul 30, 2013 2:24:28 GMT
Roger tried to sleep but he couldn't. Then he heard Fleur crying from his room. He could not just lay there and listen, it was too heartbreaking for him. He got up from his couch and walked over to the door to his room and knocked on it. "Fleur? Are you ok? Can I come in?" he asked.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jul 30, 2013 2:32:03 GMT
Fleur quickly stashed the photo behind the pillow, although she really didn't know why. For some unknown reason she didn't want Roger to see her crying over it, possibly due to her thoughts of what if she could have fallen in love with Roger from the night before. She wiped her tears from her face before she responded "I'm alright Roger, but please come een eef you weesh."
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Post by Roger Davies on Jul 30, 2013 2:37:28 GMT
Roger opened the door to his room slowly and saw Fleur sitting on the edge of the bed. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder in an effort to comfort her as he sat down next to her.
"Are you sure you are alright? I heard you from the living room and I had to check on you" he claimed. "It is the least I can do for all you taught me today."
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jul 30, 2013 2:43:16 GMT
Fleur cracked a weak smile. "I am fine Roger, really. But thank you for caring about me. Eet 'as meant a lot to me zese last few days" she said.
However, something came over her. She didn't really know why she was doing it. Maybe it was because how handsome Roger was, or maybe because how much he cared and went out of the way to help her the last few days, or maybe it was the thoughts of the Yule Ball fresh in her mind. She slowly tilt her head at an angle to align her mouth with his, and slowly inched her head towards his.
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 12, 2013 0:58:54 GMT
Roger was so entranced as he gazed into Fleur's bright beautiful blue eyes that he didn't notice what she was doing at first. When he realized what she was trying to do he didn't know how to feel. He was overjoyed and horrified at the same time. Overjoyed because of thoughts of reliving their intimate moments from the Yule Ball, horrified because she was engaged. Frantically his mind raced about what to do, if he should do anything at all and let her continue.
Finally with only mere centimeters before their lips would have connected he had the nerve to act.
"NO!" he cried as he shot up and quickly backed away from her. "Fleur...we...we can't" he said meekly.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Aug 12, 2013 1:04:13 GMT
Fleur looked quite surprised at Roger's sudden outburst. The look of surprise on her face turned to puzzlement before it finally turned to horror. She was horrified at what she just attempted to do; she tried to kiss him. A man other than Bill.
"Roger... I... I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me... I just..." she stammered as she tried to justify what she just tried to do. "I'm sorry... please... forgive me..." she pleaded as she got up and walked towards him.
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 12, 2013 1:47:25 GMT
"STOP!" Roger yelled as Fleur attempted to approach him. He was not mad at her, but he could not take being around her anymore for the rest of the night as he felt he was being tortured by her. "Fleur... I... I..." he fumbled for words to say. All he could muster was "good night" before he retreated from the room and slammed the door shut.
He stood against the door as he tried to catch his breath as he tried to process what just happened. Fleur tried to kiss him, but why? Was she trying to test him to see how he would react? He shook his head no, he was sure Fleur would not do that to him. The only explanation he could think of was that somehow, somewhere in her heart, she still had a fondness for him.
He walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face but it didn't cool him off any. The only thing he though that would cool him off at this point was if he jumped into the Black Lake in the middle of winter.
After he drank what seemed to be a gallon of cold water he collapsed on the couch in an attempt to sleep.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Aug 12, 2013 1:57:25 GMT
Fleur didn't know what to do or say as Roger ran from the room. She thought of going after him but at this point he certainly would not listen to her and it would only make matters worse. She could not even explain to herself why she did what she did.
"What have I done?" she thought to herself as she sat back down on the bed. Tears began to well in her eyes as she thought how she nearly betrayed her love Bill. She nearly betrayed her friendship with Roger too, she knew it was difficult for him to be around her.
She laid down on the bed, she began to think. The last night she thought what if she could have fallen in love with Roger, but tonight she thought did she start to develop feelings for him?
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Post by Roger Davies on Sept 27, 2013 1:13:44 GMT
Roger woke up early the next morning. He was tired and did not get much sleep, and what sleep he did get he dreamed of that night years ago he spent with Fleur, the Yule Ball. He tried not to think of what happened last night but he could not help himself; he thought of waiting for Fleur to wake up but he couldn't face her yet. He quickly gathered his Quidditch equipment and left for practice early. In his eagerness to leave he did not leave a note or anything for Fleur saying when he would be home.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Feb 4, 2014 1:34:13 GMT
After a restless night sleep Fleur finally awoke around midday, something almost unheard of for her to do. She hesitantly got out of bed, feeling guilty about what she tried to do last night. As her feet hit the ground she stepped on something and heard an audible crack. Looking downward she saw she stepped on the frame of the photo of Roger and her at the Yule Ball. She simply looked at the photo in a trance like state before using her wand to fix it and placed it back on the nightstand.
She thought of trying to talk to Roger about what happened but quickly remembered he was at Quidditch practice. Not even bothering to change out of her robe she left Roger's room and went into the kitchen hoping to find a note or something from Roger telling her when he would be home.
Fleur searched the counters and table tops and found nothing. She then went out into the small living room and searched everywhere she could think of that might have a note but to no avail, which only worried her even more.
Fleur then went back to the kitchen looking for something to eat, even though she had only a meager appetite at this point. While looking through the cupboards she found something else; Roger's stash of Firewhiskey. While she typically only drank at important social gatherings (Firewhiskey had too many calories for her to drink regularly) she figured she needed something to take the edge off and try to relax.
Slumping down into a chair at the kitchen table she began to drink straight out of the bottle.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Mar 5, 2014 2:11:02 GMT
Fleur simply sat there at the table thinking about what happened last night. As much as she loved Bill, she could not help thinking "what if" about things. What if Roger didn't stop her last night and let her kiss him? If she did kiss him she would have done more with him. Much more, a thought that made her shudder.
Also she couldn't help thinking what if Roger and her tried to develop a real relationship after the Yule Ball. She thought she knew everything about men back then and thought that Roger was not the type to establish deep emotional connections with women, at least she thought she did. Roger had been very caring and did everything he could to comfort and help her. Did he mature or was it underneath all this time?
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